Phoenix Maplewood let's go dancing in the light

it had not been her intention to roam this far and yet whatever conniving part of her mind had spun the dials to guide her here still had the audacity to give a startled jolt upon recognizing the trees embracing her with each dainty step. a frown presses to charcoal lips, ears seeking refuge against her head; she was both too far and much too close, the distance stretching between her and the hollow too vast and what tainted land lingered between her and papa's resting place much too little. so why? what had urged the stirring of wanderlust paws to drag her back in time? why not propel her forward, away from the drag of muttering ghosts and into the caress of new light? 

eyes would linger idly upon the shifting floor of dappled light kissing its drops of sun upon the dirt, the familiar whisper of the tall trees dragging up the recent image of her pressed tightly against her sable sister as they both wept under the wood's watchful eye. she should leave, it would be so simple to angle her figure away from the rippling gloom and pretend she'd never strayed this way at all but...she simply doesn't. for when paws shift, they tempt her forward and the dove finds herself unable to challenge them to behave otherwise. without a mere breath of hesitation, she complies.

she realises in a manner of minutes that she is no longer alone, and the scent to tickle at the twitch of her leathery nose draws her to a hasty still. whitebark stream, of course. she had no right to feel as much as a flicker of irk for it was she who intruded upon their domain and yet her heart still writhed with discomfort as narrowed eyes sought whoever might be the host of the telltale smell dancing with the breeze. and it would have been all too easy for scintillating eyes to skip across the muted figure poised before verdant gleam, pallid cloak not too different to what would adorn a young fawn or velveteen rabbit, but polaris snagged on lupine ears and a feathery tail. it was a child? eyes widen a fraction, glancing about swiftly lest an adult rambled nearby and would make quick work of the dove but...it would appear that they were alone. this was all too familiar, she really should leave lest she gain the reputation of being a pup napper amongst these wolves but....curiosity trilled its coaxing coos. what if it was the sister of alsek she'd been told of several times? her sister?

not wishing to startle the girl, she'd lower her svelte figure closer to the earth so that they were of a more similar height and let a gentle chuff ride the stirring breeze loitering in the distance still stretched between them. hopefully whoever it was would not regard her with disdain, she believed their pack to be understanding but what outsider could really know. she could be detested there for influencing alsek's new home.